Collage Dreams

Story by Lexington

well i hope u like it, i just made it today on a whim. please constructive crticism only and if htere are enough replies i might make chapter 2

it does contain futa on mail but hes doin the pentration

Collage Dreams

Stephaney awoke in a cold sweat, it was 3 a.m. and class didn’t start for another 6 hours, for her at least. She was a relatively petite girl, with B sized breasts, and was 19. She was 5’2”, a little shorter than most women, had short black hair down past her ears, had milky white skin, and her black wire-framed glasses laid on her nightstand. As she laid there thinking about her first day of collage she was nervous, she had never been away from her family before and was scared. It didn’t help that she just got ready and moved in the night before; she didn’t have a chance to find her classes. Her roommate, Melinda, was nice though. They had a couple of classes together so that calmed her down a little. Soon she drifted back off to sleep, although reluctantly.

Next morning she awoke with a start as Melinda was roughly shaking her. “Get up Steph were gona be late!” said Melinda. At this her eyes shot open and looked at her nightstand, the clock said it was 4 but she knew that wasn’t right, the power went off and reset her alarm clock. She quickly got out of bed and got changed, she noticed that Melinda had already changed and thought it wasn’t very nice that she didn’t tell her earlier but the thought quickly passed. She stripped and dressed in a blur with her back to Melinda. Melinda barley got a look at her new friends’ breasts; she cursed herself under her breath. Melinda, a 19 year old beauty in her own way, was a little taller than Steph, only by 1 or 2 inches, had a more developed chest, although not by much, was tanned a little, and had long brown hair past her shoulders. She was wearing baggy camo cargo pants and an Army T-shirt that accentuated her breasts, and her hair was done up in a pony tail. As soon as Steph was done changing out of her overly-large t-shirt and cloth shorts she was wearing skin tight jeans and a horizontal striped blue-white shirt with a white collar. She grabbed her glasses and quickly put them and her watch on, when she was running out or her room with Melinda she stopped to grab her backpack and looked at the time. It was 8:55 a.m. class started in less than 5 minutes!

By some sort of miracle they got there on time, Melinda told her earlier it would generally take 10 minutes to get across campus. When they got there they were glad they made it on their first day. Only a few seats remained open. When they were looking for a place to sit Steph noticed a person from her school was waving to her from the back. It was Dan. She did have a little thing for him back in high school but the thought never crossed her mind. He had long brown hair pulled back in a pony tail with a rubber band and a small deep red soul-patch that contrasted greatly with his hair. He had on a black shirt with thin red lines all over the front and wore his usual faded baggy jeans and white sneakers and had the same black thin rimmed glasses that had broken 2 years earlier, he never cared to get new ones. He was white, never said he was white, but he was. He preferred to call himself pasty; this always got a laugh with a few people. She grabbed Melinda’s and pulled her up along the steps saying with glee in her voice, “One of my friends from High School is here!” She continued to pull her up and when she got a little closer she saw he also had one earpiece in that was blaring music into his left ear. She thought he was going to be def soon but realized he had listened to music like that for as long as she knew him. On his shirt she realized the thin redlines made a skull on the statue of liberty with flaming eyes holding a torch in a skeletal hand. Under it was writing she couldn’t make out. Around his neck were two black dog tags, one had a circle near the top with two lines that formed a cross in the middle with one ending near the lower half of the tag, under it said Rahu. On the other one was a wolf’s paw with what looked like claw marks under it, under that one sad Blood Talons. All the symbols and lettering were in silver. When she sat down next to him he said, “Hey shmexy!” this was his usual hello and she had gotten use to it, although whenever she heard it shivers went up her spine. He leaned across Steph and introduced himself to Melinda, “Hey I’m Dan.” He said in his deep voice. “Nice to meat you, I’m Melinda.” said Melinda, “Do you know who our professor is?” she asked. “Say again?” he said as he pulled his earpiece out. Steph just smiled, he always did that. “Who’s the professor?” she said with and irritated look on her face. “Ohhhhhh,” said Dan, “No clue just got here.” He concluded with a big grin. He took out a slip

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